My personal experience dealing with an addict started with my son Steven, who was 12 years old when he started smoking pot at the neighborhood park with his friends. I've always said that I do not wish the life of dealing with a child with an addiction on my worst enemy and I mean that sincerely. My family has been torn apart due to drug addiction and I don't think it will ever be completely mended. I have now been dealing with my sons addiction for 30+ years. You would think that over the years it would get easier but not a day goes by that I don't worry about Steven. Steven's addiction was so bad at one point that when the phone would ring late at night my first thought would be, “oh please don't let it be the coroners office.” It's terrible to live like that, but my story gets better.
Today as I am writing this, I want you to know that my son has cleaned up his act and is doing so well for himself. He was just inducted into the Rock 'n Roll Hall of Fame, how exciting is that? He looks great and I am very proud of him. Yes, the years have taken their toll on me but if I have learned anything it's that I cannot be responsible for anyone but myself. Addiction does not just affect the addict, it affects the family and friends who are so desperate to help. Would I do things differently if I could go back? I don't think so, because I knew nothing of drugs and feel that I did my best I could to support my son at the time of his addiction. I can only say that I don't want to live my life over again. It was a long journey filled with heartache and struggle but I am finally content to be just where I am today.